The silky material gives way, leaving her breasts exposed, her nipples hard.
She gasps.
Elena's eyes flash with something I've never seen in her before.
Is she scared? Excited?
"Luca," she cries, her voice a little desperate.
I can't take it anymore.
"Be still," I growl, ripping the rest of the gown away.
Chapter Twelve
Elena
My whole body is alight with pleasure, a soft glow radiating through me, but my blood is humming with a strange mix of fear and anticipation.
I feel alive.
Wild.
I've never felt like this before.
Luca's eyes burn into mine, his body still and tense. He's holding me down, pinning me to the bed.
I try to pull my hands free, but he holds them tight.
He growls, low and dangerous.
I should be afraid.
But I'm not.
I should stop him.
But I don't.
He stares down at me, and his gaze rakes over my naked body. I feel exposed.
I can't move, can't breathe.
My mind spins, trying to catch up with what's happening.
"Give me your hands," he orders.
My heart pounds.
I hesitate.
"Elena," he warns. "Do as you're told."
The air feels alive, sparking along my heated skin, sending tingles straight to my pussy.
His jaw is set, his muscles tense.
The fear and desire are like living things in my lungs, burning my throat with every breath.
